Author: Susan

I do this blog for PG audiences and another one for R audiences with Bae Bliss.

He Wouldn’t Take Non for an Answer

Posted in baseball, best, dating, Europe, flirting, France, history, humor, marriage proposal, military, moving, relationships, travel, World War IILeave a comment

(re-run) Harry was an American soldier. He had survived D-Day. The war had just ended in Europe. He helped free the town of Reims, France, where she lived. She was so beautiful that when he met her on the street, he asked to/walked her/followed her home. She thanked him but wasn’t interested. “What is your… Continue reading He Wouldn’t Take Non for an Answer

The Turquoise Trailer and the Homeless Couple

Posted in camper trailer, camping, dogs, easement, flower bed, homeless, January, land survey, lawyer, Monterey Bay, neighbors, property line, railroad, shared driveway, storms, USPS, winterLeave a comment

(re-run) My little beach house sits on land bought back in 1929 from the railroad company.  The old deed shows the purchase price of $25.00. For some reason, the original owner didn’t want to buy the land up to the railroad tracks. Now, 95 years later, the land between my back fence and the old… Continue reading The Turquoise Trailer and the Homeless Couple

Even Steven

Posted in Easter, even Steven, fairness, gifts, granddaughter, grandma, grandson, memoir, momLeave a comment

My grandmother was a sweet lady most of the time. But once she showed her preference for grandsons over granddaughters. It was Easter time. My two sisters and I were at Grandma’s door, ready to leave.  Mom was carrying our little brother.  “Wait,” Grandma said. “I have some little gifts for you for Easter.” She… Continue reading Even Steven

The Rain and the Long Ride Home

Posted in accident, animal rescue, beach, California, Daylight Savings, dogs, eye doctor, memoir, packing, Thunder ShirtLeave a comment

(re-run) After spending four nights in a the relatively pollen-free ocean zone, I was ready to come home and face a slew of doctor and tax appointments for me and my sister. I got up to wet pavement and sunny skies.  I showered, packed, and rolled my suitcase out to the gate, along with a… Continue reading The Rain and the Long Ride Home

Through the Tunnel

Posted in Caldecott Tunnel, California, colonoscopy, Fruitvale, memoir, shopping, White Elephant saleLeave a comment

(re-run) Today I ventured through the Caldecott Tunnel that connects the East Bay with Oakland, Berkeley, and San Francisco.  It was sunny on my side but foggy on the other side. Still, traffic wasn’t too bad, and my car almost drove itself to the warehouse sale off of Fruitvale Avenue (yes, that Fruitvale – think… Continue reading Through the Tunnel

Lockdown Monday

Posted in attitude, Boomers, California, cleaning, clueless, college, cookies, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, grandparents, hobbies, March, memoir, parents, park, police officer, relationships1 Comment

(re-run from 2020) I got up and fed the dogs, shared my morning apple with them, and then ate my breakfast while checking Facebook. I took a quick shower and then had the whole day ahead of me to fill. Let’s see, yesterday I vacuumed up all the dead bugs and cobwebs in the garage.… Continue reading Lockdown Monday

The Ceiling Post

Posted in ceilings, college, dentist, gynecologist, Mark Spitz, memoir, Michael Phelps, Olympian, physical therapy, puppies, swimmingLeave a comment

(re-run) Today, as I lay on the examination table at physical therapy, I looked up at the ceiling while the PT dude manipulated my elbow and stretched it this way and that. When he left and sent a much younger dude over to put ultrasound on my elbow, I tried to chat him up.  The… Continue reading The Ceiling Post